Post by brummsumsel on Jun 1, 2006 20:20:36 GMT -5
This is a story written by me and *[Soul of THE EMPATH]*. Enjoy.
Somewhere in San Francisco in the year 2027
"Okay! That's it." Chris Halliwell grumbles, throws his hands in the air and looks at his brother reproachful.
"Why? What is it, bro?" Wyatt Halliwell asks back, hardly able to suppress a grin, because he knows very well, what is wrong with his brother.
"Look at me, Wyatt. LOOK AT ME!" Chris shouts annoyed and throws his hands again.
Wyatt tries not to laugh. He really does, because he sees that his little brother really is annoyed.
For three months they are out to fight demons. Day in and day out. As if the Underworld is on some strange kind of suicide mission. They just keep coming.
"I'm looking. I'm looking, Chris." Wyatt replies calm and serious, but his eyes just sparkle with laughter.
"Aha! Right. Stop laughing, Wyatt. This isn't funny anymore. This was the fourth demon today. The fourth SLIMY demon I may add. And again it just had to hit me. It always hits me. Why do stinking, slimy demons always feel the need to hug me to death? Why do you never get sticky and icky?"
Chris really is annoyed and angry, but then he just takes a deep breath and smiles, as he sees the look on his brother's face. Part grin, part serious and these sparkling eyes. He just couldn't stay angry, when Wyatt was looking this way.
"I promise. Next time I get sticky and icky and you get to blow the demon." Wyatt says calm and now smiles sympathetic.
"Ahhh, just zip it, Wyatt. We both know that this will never happen. I need a break, bro. I really do. I will never understand how mom and dad were able to do this for all these years. I'm ready for a vacation, Wyatt." Chris finally says and tries to rub off the sticky green slime from his hands.
Somewhere in San Francisco in the year 2027
"Okay! That's it." Chris Halliwell grumbles, throws his hands in the air and looks at his brother reproachful.
"Why? What is it, bro?" Wyatt Halliwell asks back, hardly able to suppress a grin, because he knows very well, what is wrong with his brother.
"Look at me, Wyatt. LOOK AT ME!" Chris shouts annoyed and throws his hands again.
Wyatt tries not to laugh. He really does, because he sees that his little brother really is annoyed.
For three months they are out to fight demons. Day in and day out. As if the Underworld is on some strange kind of suicide mission. They just keep coming.
"I'm looking. I'm looking, Chris." Wyatt replies calm and serious, but his eyes just sparkle with laughter.
"Aha! Right. Stop laughing, Wyatt. This isn't funny anymore. This was the fourth demon today. The fourth SLIMY demon I may add. And again it just had to hit me. It always hits me. Why do stinking, slimy demons always feel the need to hug me to death? Why do you never get sticky and icky?"
Chris really is annoyed and angry, but then he just takes a deep breath and smiles, as he sees the look on his brother's face. Part grin, part serious and these sparkling eyes. He just couldn't stay angry, when Wyatt was looking this way.
"I promise. Next time I get sticky and icky and you get to blow the demon." Wyatt says calm and now smiles sympathetic.
"Ahhh, just zip it, Wyatt. We both know that this will never happen. I need a break, bro. I really do. I will never understand how mom and dad were able to do this for all these years. I'm ready for a vacation, Wyatt." Chris finally says and tries to rub off the sticky green slime from his hands.